歌曲 | High Speed Metal |
歌手 | Razor |
专辑 | Malicious Intent |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carlo | |
Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
Fist rises up to the sound | |
We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
And bring the | |
Iron Hammer down | |
Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
Frantic behavior begins | |
We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
Wretches indulging in sins | |
Destroy all who don't believe | |
This high speed metal we conceive | |
The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
Your parents don't care where you are | |
The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
But heaviness brought us this far | |
These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
A swing of the axe, we won't turn our backs 'til every last one of them dies |
zuo qu : Carlo | |
Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
Fist rises up to the sound | |
We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
And bring the | |
Iron Hammer down | |
Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
Frantic behavior begins | |
We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
Wretches indulging in sins | |
Destroy all who don' t believe | |
This high speed metal we conceive | |
The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
Your parents don' t care where you are | |
The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
But heaviness brought us this far | |
These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
A swing of the axe, we won' t turn our backs ' til every last one of them dies |
zuò qǔ : Carlo | |
Power and mayhem, the onslaught begins | |
Fist rises up to the sound | |
We tear up the stage with our violence and speed | |
And bring the | |
Iron Hammer down | |
Deadly distortion caves in your head | |
Frantic behavior begins | |
We gather together to shed blood and sweat | |
Wretches indulging in sins | |
Destroy all who don' t believe | |
This high speed metal we conceive | |
The metal is blasting, the underground meets | |
Your parents don' t care where you are | |
The critics all laugh and call us the worst | |
But heaviness brought us this far | |
These bastards must burn for the trouble they cause | |
Revenge must be sweet in our eyes | |
A swing of the axe, we won' t turn our backs ' til every last one of them dies |